Surely, it’s not Saturday already? Sadly, the enquiry is answered in the affirmative and thus my initial thought of the morning is that it’s the closing chapter of this year’s entry into the leather-bound grimoire that binds the annals of Rockharz.
2025 is certainly, with absolute respect to the other 58 bands here at Rockharz, the Year of the Wolf. High anticipation has been building over the course of the last 12 months since the announcement of Powerwolf’s headline slot and enigmatic keyboardist Falk Maria Schlegel holding a meet and greet ‘confessional’ during last year’s festival.
Geoff rolls into Glasgow to play Operation Mindcrime in its entirety one last time and what a way to retire this album.
Twenty years on from his last show in Dublin, the legendary Guitarist Yngwie Malmsteen makes his long overdue return to the City and a sold out Button Factory feels like it just can’t wait to get reacquainted.
As we arrive up on the mountain for the third and final day of Steelhouse, it’s apparent that weather had changed as the sun had disappeared, a cool breeze was blowing, and stormy clouds were lurking.
It’s a bright and pleasant evening as we make our way to the Mandela Hall. Since its refurb in 2022 the Students Union and concert venue is looking mighty fine.
Back on the mountain for day two and once more there is sunshine! It’s clear even at this early hour that there are more people here today. Those who got to the stage at midday were treated to a gem as Jayler got the ball rolling.
From Canterbury to the Kingdom of Shock Rock. The day began with a buzz in the air—one of those rare electric feelings that only a true Alice Cooper gig can summon.
Arriving at the base of the bumpy track, that climbs the mountain, it was obvious from the plumes of dust being created by the vehicles in front that it hadn’t rained here for a good while. But we’re in Wales and it always rains here especially for the Steelhouse festival, doesn’t it? Maybe the weather gods will be good to …
It’s difficult to overstate the cultural impact W.A.S.P. had when they first emerged from the gutters of the Sunset Strip in the early 1980s, a time when glam and grit collided with rebellion and rage. Where many bands dabbled in sleaze or posturing, W.A.S.P. sharpened it into a knife and held it to society’s throat. Led by the uncompromising Blackie Lawless, a one-man revolution in platform boots and blood, they weaponised the outrage that ensued.
Review by Gary Spiller for MPM Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean Like a desert sun that burns my skin I’ve been waiting for her for so long Open the sky and let her come down The Cult – ‘Rain’ Awaking, very briefly, to the sound of some light precipitation upon the motorhome roof during the wee hours …
Mr furnier once again visits Scotland's capital with his merry (and extremely talented) band on the Too Close for Comfort tour and proves exactly why he is one of the best entertainers in the world.
Wolverhampton, once again, had that crackle in the air again, that buzz only KK’s Steel Mill can summon when the right kind of chaos is coming to town.
As we walk towards the Belfast Telegraph building on a mild and bright evening, the street is awash with eager Metallers, mainly in the older age bracket, raring to go for a night of 80’s nostalgic rock and metal.
Review by Gary Spiller for MPM “Behind those doors It’s a wilder ride You can make a break You can win or lose That’s a chance you take? And the heat’s on you.” Glen Frey – ‘The Heat Is On’ After a year of patient anticipation, it’s once again that eagerly awaited time of year when 25,000 like-minded souls with …
It’s a Saturday night in Tinley Park, the heat index is still pushing 90 even after sundown, and the smell of sunscreen, cheap beer, and burning rubber from the parking lot tailgates blends into something uniquely Midwestern and metallic.